Cryax Bane
Red-eyed Snake
As the bombs and turrents of Red Raven and Black Suns battle fleets rained through the space over Kessel, the evacuation team for the Red Ravens prisoner was issued their orders: To rush the badly wounded slicer to the temple of a Jedi healer. Over the Cryptnet, the Ravens alerted not only their teams, but also their allies of his location, assuring Cryax's friends and associates that the Secretary of the Red Ravens was indeed alive and out of harm's way, but in critical condition.
The injured Chiss had gone into partial shock from his ordeal at the Kessel detention center. His list of injuries was extensive. A cracked ribcage and possibly internal injuries. Contusions. A possible concussion. A gunshot to his left knee. Not to mention the week-old blaster wound festering on the upper thigh of his right leg. The lack of medical attention he was denied during his captivity was par for the course. He had been rotting away in a Black Suns jail and lucky he didn't escape with a missing limb or badly scarred face.
As his rescue team brought him in on a HoverStretcher, Cryax was vaguely aware of being in a foreign place and for a moment he panicked that he had been recaptured and was being returned to his Kessel cell. But then he realized with relief that he somewhere else. A temple of sorts. All around him, he heard hurried footsteps and concerned voices, their unfamiliar tones fading in and out of his consciousness as the Nova-Vahalla Federation crew placed him in the care of [member="Maya Whitelight"] of the Silver Cross Fleet.
[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Tahl Edrel"]
The injured Chiss had gone into partial shock from his ordeal at the Kessel detention center. His list of injuries was extensive. A cracked ribcage and possibly internal injuries. Contusions. A possible concussion. A gunshot to his left knee. Not to mention the week-old blaster wound festering on the upper thigh of his right leg. The lack of medical attention he was denied during his captivity was par for the course. He had been rotting away in a Black Suns jail and lucky he didn't escape with a missing limb or badly scarred face.
As his rescue team brought him in on a HoverStretcher, Cryax was vaguely aware of being in a foreign place and for a moment he panicked that he had been recaptured and was being returned to his Kessel cell. But then he realized with relief that he somewhere else. A temple of sorts. All around him, he heard hurried footsteps and concerned voices, their unfamiliar tones fading in and out of his consciousness as the Nova-Vahalla Federation crew placed him in the care of [member="Maya Whitelight"] of the Silver Cross Fleet.
[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Tahl Edrel"]